Agent Baby I President Daddy You Demon

【052 The rest of my life】

She hugged the box and couldn't bear the strong impact, she couldn't help but fell off Nangongjue, and fell backwards unsteadily...

Song Xiaozhi swears that she has designed many ways to die for herself in her life, the only thing she missed is burning to death, which is also the way she is least willing to choose!

Zhizhi's center of gravity is unstable, and his body is swaying and falling...

She didn't grab Nangong Jue, and hugged the box desperately. Just as she was about to fall into the sea of ​​flames, a strong force of steel suddenly grabbed her from her waist, pulling her back from the brink of death.

This is an undeniably powerful force.

This powerful force grabbed her back, hugged her quickly, wrapped her arms around her, and protected Zhizhi's face in his arms.

Zhizhi smelled the faint body fragrance unique to him...

This is an airtight world, no smoke, no deafening explosions.

She shrank in this small, dark, warm world, and buried her head deeply in that steel-like chest.

Can shock!

Boom boom boom, the sound of explosions was endless, and the smoke filled the air.

After a while, Zhizhi heard a cold voice without any emotion, "What are you shaking!"

Zhizhi raised his head, facing Shang Nangong Jue's slightly annoyed pupils, and replied: "No shaking, I'm cold."

He looked at her and said nothing.

Zhizhi also looked at him, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, "Am I dead?"

"Little Zhi, you're fine."

A slightly sneering female voice came from the left behind, "You and the young master are fine, get up quickly, I'll check your injuries."

Zhizhi looked back and saw that the hundreds of miles around were covered in scarlet flames, and the sky was filled with burning clouds. She and Nangong had already moved away from the bombed-out white building and out of danger.

And An Yi, who was bending over to look at her, smiled strangely at her.

"Not letting go yet." Nangong Jue's cold voice came from next to his ear.

Zhizhi frowned and lowered her head, seeing Nangong Jue sitting on the ground with a black face of ice, staring at her intently.

And her pair of small hands were grabbing the white shirt in the middle of his chest.

The sweat on her hands seeped into his shirt, and she innocently grabbed the shirt into a crumpled puff pastry shape, which was horrible.

Song Xiaozhi hastily withdrew his hands and smirked at Nangongjue.

"President, it's really great, so we're not dead, hehehe, hehehe."

Thanks to him, she finally did not die in the way she hated the most.

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